บททั้งหมดของ Redemption of The Dragon Prince: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“Dela’h Nove!, Dela’h Solvei! Talame Talame!”Blonde afros bow before me, their dark faces and golden-scaled hides gleaming in the harsh sun of mid-day, the lush canopy overhead providing as much heat and moisture as it provides shade. I am unfamiliar with this climate. I may been conceived here, my nest made of briars my mother gathered, but I was not hatched here, I was not raised to handle the humidity of my home continent. “It is a good thing they don’t know how you suffer, Talame,” My sister Lyra hisses in the Luxandrian tongue, a habit she has when she wants to insult me and doesn’t want the locals to understand, using their word for “messiah” only to appease their ideas of formality and respect. “Would they still call you their sweet savior if they knew you had more in common with the devils in the sky?”She grabs my chin and forces me to look up at the branches above us, to remind me of her true meaning. They call the Luxandrians the “devils of the earth, the devils of the

[Carnelia]"I'm here," warm arms wrap around me and I'm surrounded by my mate's musky scent. "Oh Gods, Carnelia, I miss you.""Then miss me closer," I purr, bringing his lips to mine in a crash of teeth. We open to one another and our bodies melt together as the darkness becomes more real, the two of us creating a world around us, as our joined thoughts recreate the world where we wish to be.And tonight, that world is my bedroom back in Ridgewood Castle."Of all places," I laugh as Primus lifts me in his arms. "I thought you'd pick the beach this time.""Oh, but we've done the beach," he smirks playfully. "Tonight, I wanted the chance to bring you home."He lies me down on the bed and I'm already naked before him. There's no need for clothing when you are living inside of a dream. In a heartbeat he is lying atop me, his forked member finding its home as I open wider in every way."Primus!" I scream as he finds his home within my center and I grasp the space between his wings with my s

[Carnelia]The march to my death is long and slow. We exit the dining room to stand at the beginning of a long corridor lined with bodies, each one standing to attention, gazing at me with hopeful eyes, whispering the words “savior” and “messiah” in the ancient tongue of the sun dragon as an ancient, musty robe of gold fabric embroidered with shining suns is placed on my shoulders. The cloth has been carefully cleaned, but like everything else in this palace, it is slightly marred, gently tattered, and tarnished around the edges.I’m supposed to feel a kinship with these people who have faced so much but still stand tall and straight, with skin in colors ranging from tan to mahogany. And while I see a similarity between us, I know I am not one of them, not really. I haven’t lived through the same trials and adversity. While I feel for them and their plight, I am not one of them, something I am reminded of every day by the drakaina who calls me sister, but only to mock me, teaching me

[Carnelia]"Liar," I hiss into Nova's ear as she bends down to place the shining crown upon my head. "You don't care if I live or die.""I never said that I did," she sighs. "Only that I'd gladly take your place if I could. It is an honor to die for this cause. I'm willing to give my life if it means freedom for our people." She pauses biting her lip she closes her eyes. "I'm sorry, I know you don't feel the same way, but I hope you know that your sacrifice will mean the world to us." she exhales. "I just hope you can forgive us."I want to spit at her, to growl and tell her what a foul beast these three drakaina are, but as soon as my mouth opens, a large disk of clear stone with inlaid gold wire in intricate webbing is placed between my teeth while a pair of spectacles with the same stone is placed just over my eyes. It is translucent enough to see through but everything is now blurred in milky white fog. Like the crown, the sensation is cool and smooth, almost calming.Nova's uniqu

[Carnelia] The book is heavy with more than just the sinews and hide that binds it, but with the weight of what it means. My father, what is left of him, now rests in my hands. Should I open it? Sighing, my talons grip the book more firmly between my fingers as I take a deep breath and look around to see if there is a chair where I might rest. Passing a mirror, I pause, gasping. I don’t look like myself anymore, but rather a version of myself I do not remember ever being. I am tall and lithe, my chestnut skin glowing golden from within, my eyes shining like two burning suns.And on my brow, the lattice work of golden symbols glow dully in the shadowed room. Their swirls and dots formed along my horns into the shape of a gleaming crown.Squinting, I try to make out the words…A sudden stab of red hot agony pierces the inner walls of my skull as new symbols spring to life around me, activated by my desire to understand. From every direction I am assaulted by barbs of words, arrows of